I have been loved my many,
despised by many more -
some have called me divine,
others have called me Whore.
Sometimes they were a comfort,
others they broke my Heart.
It wasn't entirely my choice
that made me sell my art.
Love was what I needed
and what I wished to give;
It's not as if I wanted
to sell my body to live.
At first I did not know
the path I had set upon
would lead me only one way
into a world of scorn.
And yet they always come
seeking pleasure from me -
I give them what they need,
there's just money in it for me.
My body they may possess
for minutes and for hours;
my Soul however stays
among the shining Stars.
A Courtesan, a woman does what she has to - whether by choice, providence, circumstances, force of nature or whatever and then the world rises in judgement. She is accused, tortured, hurt, hit and abused in many different ways. And, what can she do? Who can she turn to? Nowhere, but the depths of her own Heart, her Soul where she finds some solace. Why?
Why must a 'woman of the night' be hurt so bad that she loses her tenderness, her essential femininity and becomes hard, untrusting, cynical?
Rajesh Kanoi (Jack) is a published writer, now living and working in China. Many of his short-stories, poems and articles have been published, including a book of short-stories, 'Tales From China' (Lipstick Publishing).
http://www.writingup.com/blog/oneinabillion
http://o3.indiatimes.com/kjack/
Author:: Rajesh Kanoi
Keywords:: Courtesan, Whore, Soul, Heart, Stars
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